U worded this perfectly it’s just so beautiful that we can’t find the right words to describe but we all feel the warmth ghat this brings us, it’s like what Heejae feels with Garam tbh, or better, what garam gives heejae, that feeling of warmth and console in a big busy world were everything is in a constant movement , at least that’s how I feel with this story haha this for me, is what true art is, ofc yaoi comes as an extra

first time in years ive cried while reading something... even if I'm reading on a crowded bus, a cold train station, my works bathroom, i can feel what they're feeling, listen to what they're listening, see what they see. the warmth, the cold, the ecstasy and the depression are all represented so carnally and beautifully. i see myself in every single one of these characters, both the best and worst parts of them.
i can't find the exact words to use right now, but the term that keeps on defining this story for me is 'human.' a story can carry the author's soul, it can carry the character's souls, but very, very few times does the story as a whole develop a soul of its own. i can only dream of making something half as meaningful as this one day. im not the same person i was before i read this, im so grateful to be alive, have internet access, and know english. Long Live Yaoi